you will call me queen.margaeryrainbowMarch 21 2012, 22:10:21 UTC
It hadn't started this way. Margaery had summoned her as though she thought she was in charge. Cersei had snorted her insults at the Tyrell girl, but she'd paid no heed to them. It was as though she was a unintelligent as she looked, and just didn't understand them, but Cersei knew better than to believe all of that. Especially a the girl ran her tongue up Cersei stomach, between her breasts and along her throat. It was as though she was claiming her, and Cersei would not be claimed, especially not by a girl so green she matched the color of her hideous family.
They hadn't even made it to the bed.
She would not kiss her. No. That wouldn't convey what was in her mind. She gripped Margaery's wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, and Margaery smirked. That simply wouldn't do. She plunged down, sucking at the girl's necking harshly before biting. Margaery made a sound that sounded like a moan. She dropped her other hand to Margaery's already slick entrance and plunged inside. The sound the girl made next solved the mystery of Margaery's maidenhead. She squirmed against her and whimpered, but the queen would not relent. If this girl thought she had any power over her, she was wrong.
"I own you," Cersei grolwed, rubbing her fingers against Margaery roughly. She would not be affectionate, and she didn't care if she hurt the girl. Margaery came with a loud cry, but the guards around the castle knew by not not to enter any room she was in without permission if they didn't want their heads on spikes. She released the girls hands, and noticed the faint traces of purple bruises where she'd gripped her. She wiped her hand off on the sheets and stood up. Margaery was staring at the ceiling before she looked over at Cersei, and the queen was satisfied to see that the look in her eyes resembled fear.
"You will not call upon me around my time for sleep again," she said coolly. Margaery nodded.
"Yes, my Queen."
Cersei smiled, pulled her dress back up and approached the door. "In the future," she said, not looking back. "Should you need assisstance, you will visit my bedchambers."
They hadn't even made it to the bed.
She would not kiss her. No. That wouldn't convey what was in her mind. She gripped Margaery's wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand, and Margaery smirked. That simply wouldn't do. She plunged down, sucking at the girl's necking harshly before biting. Margaery made a sound that sounded like a moan. She dropped her other hand to Margaery's already slick entrance and plunged inside. The sound the girl made next solved the mystery of Margaery's maidenhead. She squirmed against her and whimpered, but the queen would not relent. If this girl thought she had any power over her, she was wrong.
"I own you," Cersei grolwed, rubbing her fingers against Margaery roughly. She would not be affectionate, and she didn't care if she hurt the girl. Margaery came with a loud cry, but the guards around the castle knew by not not to enter any room she was in without permission if they didn't want their heads on spikes. She released the girls hands, and noticed the faint traces of purple bruises where she'd gripped her. She wiped her hand off on the sheets and stood up. Margaery was staring at the ceiling before she looked over at Cersei, and the queen was satisfied to see that the look in her eyes resembled fear.
"You will not call upon me around my time for sleep again," she said coolly. Margaery nodded.
"Yes, my Queen."
Cersei smiled, pulled her dress back up and approached the door. "In the future," she said, not looking back. "Should you need assisstance, you will visit my bedchambers."
"Yes, my Queen."
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Margaery/Cersei is such an underrated pairing, imo, considering the fact that in AFfC Cersei is obsessed with Margaery's sex life.
Thank you so much for filling this!
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